Murder At 12

At Corodova

My wrist watch shows 10. The very same day I decided to risk my life to reveal the identity of the sender. I go to my restaurant. I kept it casual today. Just some shorts and T-shirt. I chose to sit at one of the couple seats ,near the full sized window glass. I am gazing at the cars passing by. We have less customers today. After all It's a Monday.I hear a plate land slowly on my plate and turn my neck to the waiter putting the Chocolate Brownie Sizzler. I never ordered it but still they placed my usual order. I look at the waiter with skeptical eyes and he seems nervous. I pass him a small smile and nod. He bows deep and leave me alone. I look at the chocolate syrup surrounding the brownie. My Gym trainer wouldn't want to see this! I ignore the thought of the strict teacher and lean to my brownie. I inhale the chocolaty aroma from the steaming cake. I pick up the spoon and break a small bite size piece of the soft brownie. The chocolate lava flows out. I can feel my drool slippin'.No sooner than I have the bite than it melts into my mouth. How refreshing! I have to admit that my staff can be careless but may prove useful at times. My eyes fall upon the empty notepad kept on the table. It is my notepad. I get reminded of my actual reason to arrive here at the first place.I inquire about Miss Easton's arrival. I gather information from them running the wheels of my brain"She came."'Ok so it wasn't for me. My life isn't at risk. So No rush.""With a man."' So I can hopefully conclude that the sender of that note was this man.'"Often"'Maybe they were Dating or some relationship turned out bad thing. Or they could really be planning some dangerous stuff together'"He was Rich. But not Popular."'Mhm....I dunno what to guess from that. Rich but not popular...Maybe a businessman. Or some Mafia or could be a high post official. Too many possibilities. Let's set this one point 'aside for Later.'"They used to talk for hours."'Seems like they really enjoyed each other companies. Some relation confirmed. Could be drug dealers too. High profile cases can involve any shit.'"Without missing they used to come at fixed days. None of them got late. But they never came together"'Well Well. Relationship status confirmed.'"They seemingly were the perfect match for each other, abruptly their arrival stopped overlapping , for past few weeks."

That's it . the case solved then. Love Issues. I just have to find this mystery man. My little careless staff does not have video recording it needs sometime. Within this month recording will be available and this will be solved. Oh that was a easy one. Well, this case is close then. I close the notepad leaning towards my brownie. 'Yeah It could be the guy's deeds. There is high possibility. Shit went wrong in between them. Rich asses are just used to of getting everything on their platter. Maybe success got onto his head. It wouldn't be difficult to hire a sniper for a rich man. So here we have the case solved. Congratulations.'

Just as I was thinking this, I receive a phone call from William. I pick it up planning to keep it as a secret. I think to myself ,'Just few days and this man is out of work.' Somehow this thought does not make me that happy as I expected it. I don't do partners. I am repeating it for the 9th time to myself because Chief wouldn't pay any heed to me."I need to meet you right now. I have something that solves the case completely. Where are you? I am coming right there. " I reply," Come to my restaurant western corner. I was checking on my staff as a customer when I received your call." I tell him matter of fact. "Sounds Like a tough, strict and stuck ass boss to me.""Call me whatever you wish to. This is how I always did it and I am not going to change it . I am satisfied with myself." this was what I wanted to say but he hangs up before I can answer. 'Stuck Ass Boss' I roll my eyes.After few minutes ,staring blankly at the hot cocoa mug in my hands. I think about who is it. Who might it be that William wants to talk about. I feel uncomfortable. I hide the notepad and pen in the long pocket of my coat hanging behind my chair. It might be cozy in here but still it gets a bit chilly outside. I just have a gut feeling that something is wrong. I am planning to arrest the wrong person. Possibility that I feel off mood because I have to yet arrest the guilty. Or maybe because I didn't get to know his face. Or just because the case was too easy and below my level?OR MAYBE I SHOULD STOP OVERTHINKING! Just then, I happen to look out of the window and see William approaching. I think for a while that he got the note but it is with me. What did he get? What is so leading to the suspect? No sooner does he enter than I call for his coffee. Before he reaches his coffee is there waiting for him.

He looks confused then says, "Impressive. Nice way to ask someone out for a Coffee" I can't help but chuckle at his dumb response. "Excuse me. You think I would want to offer You a coffee. You think I want to do any of it? Any of it at all? No it wasn't my choice either. And we have the first coffee complementary for a customer. I am all good. ALL GOOD. ALL ALONE"

He smirks back sipping the coffee," You wouldn't be so lonely if you put that sass away for a while.""So, What did you get?" I divert the topic. My relationship status isn't something I like talking about. Definitely not where my staff can eavesdrop on it.Suddenly his expressions stiffen. I see his jawline cuts more strongly visible. He puts down the coffee and says calmly," I suspect this man, "He takes out a picture of Miss Easton with.... ROLF ROGER! It is not possible. Everybody knows about him. He is very famous. My staff has pretty many fans of him too. They'd rush after him in a split second for selfies and autographs.I look from every possible angle at the picture kept in front of me. It IS Rolf Roger. And the woman without fail is Mary Easton. They are sitting in a car. All mushy -mushy. I hate Lovey-Dovey stuff. Though if our Magazine prints it our prizes would skyrocket. I couldn't use the picture he gave me. From the quality of picture I know It has been arranged from some isolated street camera. It would've been a pain in the neck to do it. He's putting in effort. Participation award goes to. Could I use this pic though? I shake my head ."ONE JOB AT A TIME. FOCUS YAMATO!""Might be you are a fan of his but I doubt him. I researched about Miss Easton last night. Thoroughly cleaned record , I doubt that's money what matters . They were in touch for past few months .He is the one who talked with Miss Easton for hours and probably the last before she was shot." He speaks point to point. I feel relieved. He maybe linking points like any detective but he doesn't have one main clue which got me till here.He hands me a phone record to justify himself. I keep it on the desk glancing once at a certain number encircled with a Red sketch.Red...I ignore the shade of Red and focus on the number of zeroes of the number. It doesn't happen by coincidence. It is an ordered number. Maybe the user was Roger's relative, colleague or servant or even his cousin brother. That's why they look so similar. William might be correct but this does not prove that Mr. Roger is the murderer.He suggests checking of Mr. Roger's house. I know who is the killer but anything is possible in this world. There might still be a 90 V/s 10 chance or maybe 70 -30 . He might be correct. I answer still processing my thoughts ," There is no harm in checking once."He speaks reassuringly ,"I will leave no stone unturned. I will prove it to you that I am capable enough to work with you. Maybe more. I am not one of the top agents without a cause for the embassy.""Yes, Why not?" I mock at him. The desperation in his voice to prove me that I need a partner. I need Him is getting on my nerves now. I want to blurt out on his face I already know how much capable you are, I have already found the killer. So shut up. But I decided to keep it secret, the following weekend we plan on sneaking into Mr. Roger's house."Undercover would be Fine." I announce and he nods. He leaves then. I sit at the seat for a while looking at the photograph. I stand up wrapping the long coat around me then walk back home.